
You there. Yes, you……..
You have gone to seed.
You may not be the ripe, flourishing beauty you once were, but how lovely is your depth.
Your seeds carry life. Your DNA written on each one.
You were planted from a seed and over time became an individual, yet still part of the many seeds before you.
Looking up the phrase “going to seed” produces negative idioms: to decline or fall apart. To become worn or shabby.
Aren’t we all going to seed? None of us are aging backwards.
As we decline into old age, what will be left?
I’ve been a negative asshole the past 2 days. Weary of feeling like shit, I’ve been dropping seeds of negativity like a rabbit with colitis.
Chronic pain has turned me into a complaining slob. I’m obese with the seeds of anxiety and worry.
My head is spinning from tests and more doctor referrals. I’m dizzy from riding the same unicorn on the medical merry go round.
Eventually the weeds I’ve planted will choke out the wild flowers that are my heart. The weeds will turn into reins and capture this wild mare………..
Where the fuck are my gardening gloves? It’s time to get to work.
I love all these juicy mental seeds you have planted – thanks Mare – hope you’re enjoying your gardening
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It’s a muddy job 🙂
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Your writing is truly magical. You have a way of using metaphors to deliver your message. How do you think of those things?
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Thank you Goldie, what a lovely compliment 🙂 I pick a photo that I’ve taken and sit down to write. The words just spill out. I’ve always adored photography and writing. It’s the best emotional outlet I have.
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It definitely shows. You do amazing things with it.
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